I stumbled out into the clearing
exhausted from days of dodging
spiral vines, barbed bushes.
Snakes hanging down to bite.
Their slimy bodies coiled
around branches of dark trees.

I stumbled out into the clearing
numb from the drum,
the ceaseless crunch
and throaty buzz
of the mundane.

I stumbled out into the clearing
desperate for vitaminlight.
Something deep and clear and simple.
A crystal lyric
a melody that would slow
the rhythm of my heart.

I stumbled into the clearing
where I found you
and a few
who would listen
and be
with me
and guide my thirsty spirit

back to the oasis,
that fresh place
right between my eyes.
That meadow hidden underneath
my studied will
and persistent ego.

Who or where
is your clearing?

01/12/2012

Posted on 01/12/2012
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